Was it enough, that God should die
To take away my sin?
Enough to close the door of Hell,
And stop my fall­ing in?

Enough, that I be right­eous found,
Before His per­fect view?
Enough, that Christ’s own deeds be mine?
Despite all I could do?

Enough that all my soul and mind
Transformed with­in should be?
Enough, my sin should be sub­dued,
And God should live in me?

No! Not enough! More would He do!
How deep His mer­cy runs:
That I, a trea­son­ous wretch, should be
Adopted as His son!

To wear His name, to feel His kiss,
To lie in that em­brace,
What grand, mys­te­ri­ous gen­tle­ness
Shines in my Fa­ther’s face!